Doting on your wife to no end: The evil regent is reborn and is too clingy

Before the sky turned completely dark, Shen Yangui and Mo Chengying arrived outside the small courtyard.

The Yang family's house is not big, with three main rooms facing south, two rooms in the east wing, and a five-foot-square small courtyard with vegetables grown in it.

The hard work of two generations has made the Yang family well-fed and clothed, although not wealthy.

When he climbed over the wall and landed on the ground, the big yellow dog in the corner suddenly barked.

Shen Yangui subconsciously ducked, and Mo Chengying immediately hugged her.

"Don't be afraid, it's tied with a rope."

A man's weak voice came from the room:

"Madam - Shu'er - are you back?"

When he received no response, he kept shouting. When he saw two tall shadows at the door, there was a hint of fear in his voice.

"Who are you? Why are you coming to my house?"

"The one who came to save you."

While Shen Yangui was talking, Mo Chengying blew the fire stick and lit the oil lamp.

"I don't know you..."

"I know your wife and daughter."

There was a pot of water and two cakes placed on the round stool beside the bed, which his wife and daughter had specially prepared for him before going out.

A whole day passed and he only took one bite.

Shen Yan returned and walked inside, saying, "They went to the government office to ask for an explanation for your son, but they were kicked out."

"Kick him out?" Yang's father was excited and wanted to get up. "Are you injured? Are you okay?"

"Fortunately, the county magistrate doesn't have the habit of robbing women in public. Your wife and daughter were just driven out of Pingwu City. We offended the city gate lord and were afraid of harming your wife and daughter, so we couldn't bring them into the city. You can rest assured that we will send them to a nearby village."

Shen Yangui explained briefly, felt his pulse with three fingers, and after a moment, asked:

"Where is the injury?"

Before reaching the age of forty, his temples were gray, and the thought of having children was a big blow to him.

Father Yang stretched out his hand and pressed his lower back, "I'm not in the way."

Seeing the special position, Mo Chengying came over immediately, picked up Shen Yangui and sat down without saying a word.

He knew that when doctors save lives and treat injuries, they do not distinguish between men and women.

But he is not a doctor.

It was okay to touch other men's buttocks in front of her. Mo Chengying admitted that she was not that big-hearted.

"Madam, all you have to do is talk. If there is any dirty work, just do it for your husband."

Shen Yangui lowered his head and smiled, thinking that Yang's father's pulse condition was not serious, so he agreed.

"Please husband, please touch his broken bones."

Father Yang: "No, it's not broken."

Mo Chengying pressed Yang's father a few times through his clothes until he grimaced and the sweat on his forehead broke out.

"It's not broken."

Shen Yangui poured a cup of tea and handed two pills to Father Yang. After he swallowed the pills, he said:

"We want to help your son and daughter seek justice, and we need your help."

"Son and daughter..." Father Yang choked, "Do you know about my little one?"

Shen Yangui nodded, "Now we need you to tell us everything you know."

Yang's father told him everything he knew from beginning to end, but he didn't add much useful information.

He endured the pain, limped, and led Shen Yangui and Mo Chengying to Yang Qian's room.

The room is not big, with a bed, a table, and a bookshelf against the wall.

Shen Yangui saw two words hanging on the wall at a glance:

"Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living people, carry on the unique teachings of the past saints, and create peace for all generations."

It can be seen that Xiao Yang Qian is a good person.

Father Yang brought a wooden box and opened it. It was full of calligraphy and paintings.

"When he had free time, he would write some calligraphy and painting, and let me take it to the street to exchange for some money to supplement the family income. But his mother couldn't bear to part with it, so she kept them all."

Mo Chengying felt that the room was particularly cool. He reached out and touched the inkstone on the table. It was already dusty and the bed was empty.

"He doesn't live at home on weekdays?"

Father Yang shook his head, "Spring Mountain College has strict rules. All meals and accommodations are provided at the college. There are five days off every three months to allow students to go home to visit relatives."

Yang Qian entered school after the Shangyuan Festival and has not returned yet.

Shen Yan asked obediently, "Are there any other rules?"

"The college will distribute clothes uniformly, and the materials and colors will all be the same..."

Spring Mountain College is a place that everyone around wants to study. Even though the cause of his son's death is unknown, Yang's father does not have any resentment towards Spring Mountain College. He talks about the conditions of the college with all his family treasures.

He said that the earliest founder of the college was a local scholar who advocated teaching without distinction.

"No matter which family the young master belongs to, he is not allowed to bring maids or servants to serve him when he enters school. Once the gate is closed, everyone wears the same clothes and eats the same meals. From life to school, everyone is the same, and they are truly educated without distinction. No betrayal of the original intention.”

In a world where everyone is unequal, it is possible to break the shackles and achieve equality for everyone.

It is a very difficult thing.

Just because of the saying "There is no discrimination without distinction", Shen Yangui would look up to Spring Mountain College.

If she hadn't seen Yang Qian's body, she would have believed that Spring Mountain College had no responsibility whatsoever.

Yang Qian's body was stored in the morgue of the government office. Although he had been dead for several days and the body was decomposed, the condition of his death could still be seen.

Contrary to rumors, he was not buried alive, but beaten to death and then buried.

The murderer and Yang Qian had a deep hatred.

They used stones or other blunt objects to continuously hit his face, causing his entire face to be smashed, his eyeballs to be ectropioned and broken, and his nose and cheek bones to be fractured in several places.

In addition, Yang Qian must have suffered severe abuse before his death. There were many bruises all over his body, all of which were left before his death.

There were more than a dozen scratches on the neck, but they were not fatal, more like deliberate torture.

Multiple rib fractures.

Shen Yangui wanted to turn the body over and inspect it, trying to find the fatal injuries.

Mo Chengying looked at the half of her face that was not covered, and it was already pale.

Even though she was brave, she was not a liar after all. This was probably the first time in her life that she had seen a corpse described like this, and she had been holding back the discomfort.

"That's enough, Qingqing, let's go back."

"But……"

"It's enough for us to make sure this is not an accident. I..."

Before Mo Chengying finished speaking, there were footsteps approaching from outside.

The morgue is in the northwest corner of the Yamen. In order to better preserve the corpses, the windows are closed and curtains are drawn on all sides. It is surrounded by bamboo forests. There is no sunlight all year round, and it is cool in midsummer.

The light of the oil lamp was already weak. When Mo Chengying held the lamp, he covered it with his hand. If you didn't pay attention, you wouldn't have noticed it.

Hearing the sound, he immediately blew out the lamp, Shen Yangui covered it with white cloth and reset everything.

But the only way out is the way the two policemen outside came in.

I heard the sounds outside coming closer——

One person said: "You are not mistaken, are you? No one has come to this ghost place for two days, how can it be possible to light a lamp?"

"Impossible, the flickering lights are just lights." Along with the sound of drawing a knife, another person muttered, "Could someone be here to steal something?"

"Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? Come to the Yamen to steal something? Even if you come to steal something, why go to the morgue to steal something? Isn't this just a disease?"

"What happened to the morgue? The guards at the morgue are lax, so it's best to steal it."

"Can you have some damn brains? There are corpses in the morgue. Who has nothing better to do than come to the Yamen in the middle of the night to steal the corpse? Why steal it back? Just use it as a decoration!"

Although they didn't believe there was anyone here, just to be on the safe side, the two of them came together to check.

Mo Chengying opened the curtains and found that they were all dead windows and they couldn't get out.